"We already have three suitable patients here. When should we invite Doctor Ling to meet them?" Xu Wen discussed with Zuo Cidian through the glass wall.
The patient behind the glass wall was stable. As an associate chief physician, Xu Wen could choose not to enter the ward round. In fact, since this patient agreed to cooperate with the teaching requirements of Beijing University Sixth Hospital, dozens of medical staff came to the ward round every day. They really did a thorough check, and there would basically be no more accidents.
Zuo Cidian was only a qualified doctor when it came to ward rounds. However, when it came to Ling Ran's surgery schedule, countless details instantly popped up in Zuo Cidian's mind, and he immediately asked, "Have the three patients signed the agreement?"
"Yes, they have. It's an experimental treatment, and they understand."
"In this case, I'll ask Doctor Zhang Anmin to come over and do some basic examinations. If they really meet Doctor Ling's requirements, we'll start to arrange the specific surgery time. The patients understand this, right? "Zuo Cidian could not do these things himself, but he could arrange it properly.
Xu Wen nodded. "We've already explained. The indications for Ling Hepatectomy are elderly patients with primary liver cancer. Most hospitals don't recommend surgery. These patients have a strong desire for surgery, and they're definitely willing to follow the arrangements. "
"But there's a possibility that they'll be screened out."
"Yes, the patients basically understand the situation." Xu Wen shrugged. It was impossible to say that they completely understood it. After all, it was a matter of life and death. But on the other hand, if the patient's indications did not meet the criteria, such as cancer cells suspected to have metastasized, or the body could not even tolerate the most basic hepatectomy, then what was the point of going to the operating table?
Many patients said that they were trying their best, but doctors who had been working for a long time knew that no patient really treated themselves as a dead horse.
The hospital was a place where patients and their families believed in miracles, but doctors did not believe in miracles.
Every operation needed to be honed for a long time. Every surgical method was the communication between the predecessors and the present, the doctors and the patients, and the living and the dead. And dreams and reality had never been harmonious.
Zuo Cidian was almost middle-aged, and he only joined a tertiary Grade A hospital. His style of doing things and thinking were not the same as ordinary doctors, and he thought more. He looked at Xu Wen at this time and deliberately said, "Doctor Ling, spend more time on surgery, and we have to pay attention to this."
"Definitely. It's because of this spirit that Doctor Ling was able to achieve the results he has today, "Xu Wen promised effortlessly.
Zuo Cidian smiled faintly. "Doctor Ling's talent in medicine is definitely much greater than that of ordinary people."
"That's for sure. Just by looking at Doctor Ling's suturing skills, many doctors can't do it even after working for many years." Xu Wen gestured with his hands. "Look at Doctor Ling's movements when he holds the needle holder. It's the result of a lot of practice …"
Meng Shan finally could not listen to it anymore.
Standing in the corner of the room, Meng Shan said to Lao Hei in a resentful tone, "The public hospitals nowadays are really done for. Even the bootlickers have gone to this extent. Tell me, he's not even here. Is it necessary? "
Blackie spread his hands. He was also from a public hospital. If possible … he also wanted to learn how to bootlick. Truth be told, Old Hei felt that the strategy of licking his boots was pretty good. How could it be more sincere to praise someone in front of them? With the advancement of social media, it was hard to say when their conversation would be transmitted to the parties involved.
Ol 'Black shivered when he thought of this. Meng Shan was no longer a doctor from a public hospital. He still wanted to stay in the circle of hospitals in Beijing …
"Ling Ran is considered good to be able to treat liver cancer, but there's no need for him to bootlick like this." Meng Shan grumbled again. It was really abhorrent for bootlickers to increase the cost of society.
Old Hei still only smiled.
"Take some photos. We'll go back and study it." Meng Shan looked through it himself and did not find any mistakes. But this did not mean that Ling Ran's new surgical method was flawless. There was no surgical method in the world that was flawless. If one wanted to question it, there would always be something to question.
However, this requirement was quite high. Meng Shan felt that he could not complete it, so he wanted to find someone to help.
Old Hei was originally here to help. He hummed in acknowledgment and said, "You take the photos. I'll go look through the examination report."
After they agreed, they took out their phones and took some photos.
It was normal for doctors who came to visit patients to take some photos to leave an impression. However, the two of them took photos for a long time, and they still attracted other people's attention.
Soon, a beautiful woman dressed in office lady attire walked over. She smiled and handed over a business card. She said, "Hello, doctors. I'm Young Liu, a pharmaceutical sales representative from Yunli Medical Company. If you want to know more about Ling Hepatectomy, we've prepared more information in this conference room. You can come with me …"
Meng Shan and Old Hei raised their eyebrows.
Meng Shan said, "Did you organize a promotion meeting or something like that?"
"It's mainly for introductions. Beijing University Sixth Hospital is very optimistic about the future of Ling Hepatectomy. Yunli Medical Company will mainly cooperate with Beijing University Sixth Hospital, Yun Hua Hospital, and Doctor Ling. Yes, please come this way." The beautiful woman was quite persuasive. With her verbal introduction, she soon brought Meng Shan and Old Hei to a conference room not far away.
The conference room, which had a total area of more than one hundred square feet, was now in the form of a buffet meeting. A row of food was displayed against the wall, and there were also a lot of alcohol and beverages. At the same time, there was a projection wall in front and behind the conference room, and they were currently playing information.
On the table in the middle of the room, there were all kinds of information compilations. Meng Shan went forward and flipped through them. As expected, he saw many photos and photocopies. Most of the information he wanted to know was written down.
Meng Shan immediately lost interest.
Young Liu, a pharmaceutical sales representative from Yun Hua Hospital, noticed their expressions. She smiled and said, "The conference room is open until ten o 'clock at night. You can watch videos and information inside. You can also eat whatever you want. As for the information, we have a bag with it … By the way, can you register the information of the two doctors?"
"Let me do it." Old Hei stood up and wrote down his identity information. Then, he filled in the information of a doctor from the same department for Meng Shan.
Young Liu waited for him to fill in the information, thanked him, and said with a smile, "Doctor Hei and Doctor Wang, please help yourselves. If you need anything, you can call me at any time or look for our service staff in the conference room."
As she spoke, she gave the two doctors a smile and left.
Meng Shan stood there for a few seconds with a gloomy expression. Then, he went to get a glass of wine and finished it in one go. He then flipped through the information and said, "Ling hepatectomy. What a bold claim."
"If it can be achieved, it'll be really amazing." Old Hei also lowered his head and flipped through the information. He said, "We still don't know what the five-year survival rate is, but patients who can't undergo surgery usually live for about one year at this age. If they undergo surgery, they can at least live for about two years."
"That's not how it is calculated." Meng Shan was unwilling to admit it. He said, "It's risky to operate on patients with such poor liver function. Even if the surgery is successful, the patient might not benefit much."
Old Hei naturally would not argue with him. Things like survival rate could naturally be seen after a few years of follow-up.
At that time, the patient's survival time and survival rate would determine the success of the technology.
This had always been the case with medical technology. Sometimes, a technology that was highly anticipated by the public would go bankrupt a few years later. It was not uncommon for a technology that was not valued by the public to become popular after many years because of its good performance.
In short, the effect reflected on the patient was the gold standard that ultimately determined the success of the technology.
"I've been asked about Ling Hepatectomy." In the meeting room, a few people standing in front chatted with each other in a slightly louder voice.
Meng Shan thought of something. He rolled up a book of information and walked over.
The doctors who were chatting were also a temporary group. At that moment, they were chatting with each other while watching the video projected in front of them.
"When it comes to cancer, the older you get, the higher the incidence rate. The average lifespan has increased now. In the past, people in their seventies would basically choose conservative treatment when they get cancer, but it's different now. "
"Expectations are different now. Moreover, China is richer than before. Many elderly people are not willing to go into debt just to see a doctor. But if they have money, they'll still be willing to take a look. "
"The patient is dead, but the money hasn't been used up." The doctor beside him laughed.
"There are even people who receive free medical care." The first person who spoke chuckled and said, "In my opinion, with Ling Hepatectomy, the five-year survival rate will not be low. Who wouldn't want to live for a few more years if they have the means?"
Everyone nodded.
Even Meng Shan could not help but nod. He walked forward and tried to join in the conversation. He said, "If that's the case, Ling Hepatectomy is still worth promoting."
"I know, right?"
"Why don't I see Doctor Ling?" Meng Shan smiled and said, "Is he still hiding at a time like this?"
"Doctor Ling's temper is a little strange." The first doctor who spoke looked at Meng Shan, scratched his head, and said, "You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"My surname is Wang, and I'm from Friendship Hospital. I often attend some meetings in the General Surgery Department, so you might have met him before. "Meng Shan used Old Hei's information, turned around, and said," You said that he has a strange temper? "
"Yes. Do you know what he's been doing these two days? He's debriding and suturing wounds in the Emergency Department. When I saw him, I almost died of laughter. He even massaged people, and he attracted a lot of middle-aged women who dance in the square … "
The doctors in the room laughed.
Meng Shan could only pretend to smile. "It's quite strange."
"There's something even stranger. Isn't he doing debridement? Someone wants to hire him for freelance surgery. I heard that the highest offer is 50,000 RMB. "The doctor stretched out a hand, waved, and said," He didn't go. "
"50,000 RMB for one surgery is too high. There's no such price."
"There are not many people in the world who can perform liver cancer surgery for elderly patients. It doesn't matter whether the price is high or not. No one is competing with him for it anyway. "
"This person is really looking for a good direction."
Meng Shan felt annoyed when he heard that. If this person was not willing to do a freelance surgery that cost 50,000 RMB, this person was not easy to deal with.
While he was thinking, Young Liu, the pharmaceutical sales representative, came back in her high heels.
"Hello, everyone. The time for Doctor Ling's next surgery has been confirmed. It's tomorrow at six o 'clock in the morning. I'll paste the details on the wall. "As she spoke, she unfolded a few pieces of printed paper against the wall.
The doctors rushed over, and while they complained that it was too early, they began to register their names.
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